A mind of a chaos machine An ocean of thought Forever churning To live ,to dream to aspire Wake up Shouts the world of demise Wake up And still the
There's a devil in the mirror The shit lice come writhing Witch-song is calling Rise up! Beasts of the earth Pass the filthy shit Kiss the devils rotting
A dirty storm cloud A murky darkness Disaster Grief A whole ocean of tears There is no counting them And no light Brothers will kill brothers The
With ice in his breath And fire in his stride Pagan shadows in his eyes He's got the devil inside Eastern desolation Crypts of flagellation Dancing
harmony Missing time Talking to god? I understand this code An imitation of life An imitation of nature Show me the sign Missing time Talking to god
Visions Of the apocalypse A deep red vortex Burned the sky And mankind lies dying And ten beasts arise Waging eternal war Forevermore "From the sea
Vicious nature Gripped in snarling vice No love for the equal Only a dream of lies The young and old Just as vile all the same Consistent inconsistence
From our mouths comes fire The last star has fallen to earth The sun has turned black The sky is painted in shadow The animals lay rotting All life
Missing time Talking to god? I understand this code An imitation of life An imitation of nature Show me the sign Missing time Talking to god?
peaces Dope is the Popes in Rome Poetical field, thug overtone, it's like what, yo? Bring it home, we both go gone Pre-cord thought flow in the sober zone My life style, chromosomes frost
m a fucking warlord, blood-stained floors I'm the opposite of pure drugs [? ] war [Verse 2: Trademarc] You want the god of war? Man I'm a connoisseur
your Lex steel Magnolia fear is takin' over ya if you ain't bowlin' we rollin' straight over ya if you ain't real about it don't talk hollow clips evict
culprits jealousy Seatings clearly, like how sheisty and greedy niggas could be Suppose to be family, must be, a bad connection Reflection, resembles, Deacon Frost
breath left, "Oh my God" we thought he took the L, but we soon saw he prevailed so when I exhale Oh yes, I expel myths that outside of Christ you can know God
town, in my Benz talking shit Waving at these haters, with my wrist frost bit You faggot ass niggaz, ain't nothing to me Talking bout you got hustle,
Joe Budden I broke down a while ago Finally picking up the pieces Memoirs I had are undefeated I feel depleted I don?t talk to God as a matter of fact
Joe Budden - Verse 1:] I broke down a while ago finally picking up the pieces Memoirs of how the undefeated Can feel depleted I dont talk to God as a
1: Joe Budden] I broke down a while ago, finally pickin up the pieces Memoirs of how the undefeated, can feel depleted I don't talk to God, as a matter
